And by this point I guess I am used to it. But I am getting tired of getting used to things.
The raw perfection of nature. Hair-raising beauty, leaving a different mark altogether, on the mind.
Little fuzzy trying to get some rest in the cool shade amidst the ridiculously hot weather makes my heart melt. So cute.
I like to think that it is a deliberate pose.
Why does everything I have, remind me of everything I don’t?
It was something, to see the magnific grandeur of the sky mirrored so brilliantly to where I stood. To witness what is above and below unify at the horizon...it puts things into perspective.
I am afraid of the ocean, but there is no denying that the vastness of it all is...intriguing.
But the future isn’t what it used to be and everything seems nice about the past except how it led to the present.